I had never thought about blogging before. I love to talk even though most of it is done within my head. I mean what exactly is the good in blogging? After a very informative meeting at
Dreams are such illusive things. I have had a few and a couple I have worked hard to pursue. One minute I think I have a grip on them and then I’m off on the chase again…which brings me to the title for my page…VOICEOVER.
I am the voice of those who want to say it, are afraid to say it, or are never heard even after they say it. I am living (partly) one of my dreams and am now so frustrated with it, I could just stomp my feet, scream and holler or just spit, but then I would be acting like one of the children that have been placed in my care. Love the young, but bothered by the parents.
TODAY’S VOICE…THE UNCELEBRATED CAREGIVER….Have you ever had a job where you know you are good, people praise you for what you are doing and yet they will take the fruits of your labor and move it somewhere else? The childcare profession is like that. After molding a child for the first three years of its life on a daily basis, after hearing how smart the child is, and how well I have taught the child I am more than frustrated when the child is removed from my care to be placed in the ‘public’ educational center. Pre-K3 & 4 is the same as being taught at home by a dedicated caregiver. This may sound ungrateful, but hey….it’s my voice. Let me stop a minute and stomp my feet.
I believe in education which is why I home schooled my children. A child placed in my care can pretty much read, knows all of the basics and is nearly ready for kindergarten at the age of three and yet the parent will put the child in a ‘free’ place even if they have to lie about their income. Hey, again this is not a problem I’m all for saving money. I ’d save money too if I could make some. My problem is that most of the parents are doing this not for the child, but for themselves. Who cares that the child cries to be back with the person they have known on a daily basis for their entire lives…I can go on, but I have no need when I get a little bit of the joy back when the parent calls me to complain about the public center that has taught the child nothing new and how the child has forgotten all it had previously known and would I work with them after school or during the summer.